Post by Dickie Watson on May 7, 2018 10:53:28 GMT -8
 CHRONICLES OF D. WATSON // INST. FOUROPTIONS = = = = = = = = So, unfortunately, like, The Factory didn’t work out at all. For some reason, everything just folded and we were given notices not to even come in. Kinda left me hanging though, and for whatever reason, it didn’t sit well with me. But you don’t need to hear about all that, do you? Nah. You don’t. Let’s just say that I was surprisingly pretty good at what I did, and that was entirely not expected, least of all by me. For the month or so that it was open, I had the main event — never did quite figure out why that was a thing, especially because I’m just barely out of training and I’m still semi-doing it. I’m getting better. Nevertheless, I won my matches against two men with more experience than my own siblings combined. It was cray, bro. Things change. I’m not someone who believes that there is only the end when a door closes. It’s only the people who refuse to see the good in all things that let themselves be that negative. When The Factory closed, it just opened up the opportunity to move my “talents” (or what little there are) to another company. Hence my introduction to California Wrestling Division. It’s funny. Last year, it was a company in California that made my bro, that created him into the name he is today. It was California where my sister honed her destructive submission skills and became the force that she is. They stand together -- both holding the World Championships, the highest honors, in their respective divisions -- as the ones to beat at World Wrestling Headquarters. A place Maki knows pretty well, from what I gather. Hi Maks. They’re a tough act to follow, and I can only aspire to be as good as they are. It’s my goal, my purpose. Not only do I want to make them proud, but I want to be known as the name that can hang with the best. That opportunity sets itself in stone here at C-Dub-D, at Wrestling Clinic 2. There’s no other option. = = = = = = = = A key turning in the lock was audible as the morning light of the rising sun flooded the room. There was a giggle as the door opened and in stepped a blonde-haired young woman who was blindfolded. She held out her hands, trying to feel what was around her, but snorted when she tripped. Behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders to guide her as he kicked the door shut with his foot, Dickie grinned. “Hold on. Almost there.” “I’m going to trip.” She murmured, giggling still. “Really, Hannah? Because I’d let you do that, right?” He snorted, and she hit his hand. “Few more steps.” He positioned her in the center of the room, and then, he stepped a couple of paces behind her. “Now you can look.” Hannah lifted her hands to the blindfold and immediately tugged it down from her eyes, letting it rest around her neck. She blinked a couple of times, and a second later, the biggest grin possible slid up on her lips. She took a few steps forward and pressed her fingers to the window of the sliding glass, staring out at the setting sun over the rolling waves of the Pacific Ocean. Their new little abode sat right on the beach. “You like it?” Dickie questioned from where he leaned back against the wall. Hannah turned to look back at him, her smile not faltering whatsoever. “How did you accomplish it?” “Don’t worry about that.” He shook his head slightly, tugging his beanie off his head. “Do you like it?” The question came again; he wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easy. She pushed off the door then and crossed the room, slipping her arms about his shoulders and hugging him tightly. “Of course I do.” She paused a couple of seconds before adding, “Are you sure about this though?” “Which part?” “Not telling anyone…” Dickie made a face, though briefly, but he still smiled as he set his mouth softly against her forehead. “Yeah. I’m sure.” “Really?” “Hannah, I’m not going to be able to do this on my own if I keep relying on my family like that. Yeah, they’ve pushed me and helped me become the best that I can be, but I want to be able to do all of this without them. I could have signed with their company, but you know I would have just been pushed because of them. I wanna do this on my own. With you.” “After the stuff in The Factory…” she sighed. The Deathmatch environment had been a painstaking horror for Hannah every time she saw Dickie go out there. She understood his desire to be like his siblings, but that didn’t mean she didn’t sit there with bitten fingernails and years getting knocked off her life because of her worry. “Nah, this is a normal company. No deathmatch things unless the stip is made that way. And besides...I can do a whole bunch more here than I probably could there. This is an environment made for me -- I can excel here. I can grow. And then maybe...maybe one day, I’ll be good enough to actually stand next to them. On their stage.” Hannah smiled, and she nodded. Dickie was in control of his own options, and his own future. Their future would begin here and now. And though the influences that he had were integral, the longer he was away from them, the more he would grow himself into the wrestler that he would be, not who his siblings were. He could do this. = = = = = = = = My first match in the company, and what do I get tossed into? A tag match. I guess I can’t be all that surprised, especially when it comes down to the fact that the teams are kind of haphazardly thrown together. It seems like Roerich kinda semi-looked like they’d fit together, and then said, “Why the hell not?” I mean, honestly, look at them. You’ve got the Vanity Squad in one corner, Team Bud Light over in the other, and then you’ve got Team Flippin’ in the last one. Those are just my names, though. Don’t think I’m giving y’all trademarks or something. I know my strengths. I’m one-seventy-six, five-eleven, and a newbie. I already know what’s going to be said. From Vanity Boy 1, it’s gonna be that I’m not good enough, powerful enough, vain enough to beat him. Bro-boy is gonna be “BRUH U AIN’T GOT IT, BRRRUUUUH.” And Team Atari? Something about Dilly Dilly, saving the world kind of jazz. Am I the only one that takes this seriously? I’m probably the least likely to win this thing, but you know what? Everyone has a weakness. It’s just figuring out which one is the easiest to take you down with. I figured it out with Declan, using my head. Against Ryan O’Reilly, a man who wrestled in Japan extensively, I prevailed. I’ll figure you out, find your failing, and exploit it because that’s what I’ve been taught to do. By the best. Also, I got the only chick in the match on my side. Which, I’m sure, will be a target because guess what -- you’ve got macho-Machiavellism over in one corner. But she seems to be the only one with a viable history in this match. Last week may have been her first match in C-Dub-D, but she’s definitely one that will make an impact. Talia has been a competitor for ten years, and she’s internationally known. Last Wrestling Clinic, she made an impressive showing against Mischa Killings. I’d rather have that on my side. Look across the way and you’ve got Broseph, who got bashed in by Sam Hamilton in the end; his other two wins were complete flukes. You’ve got THRILL, who showed his assery when he sat there and pushed Equinox as a piece of crap, but look at the tapes -- Equinox prevailed even though THRILL did everything he could to put him down. And the Nintendo siblings? The Dilly Dilly thing is already getting old and tired and is prob the reason why Kendrick Kross, who by the way is your Heritage Champion, was able to push himself upwards. Between Areano and I, we’ve got speed and ability, talent and seriousness. There’s literally no way we’re going to fail. So come at me, bro. Come at me with all you got. I’m going to give one hundred and fifty percent because I want to make sure that everyone, including Roerich, sees that I am more than capable of succeeding. I will rise. And I will become the California Pride Champion. It’ll be fuckin’ explosive, bet on it. END. WORD COUNT: 1489 |
